The final structure of the tower collapsed like a dead building.
Energized stones fell like meteors, the ground trembled nonstop, and the sound of the collapse echoed like thunder long trapped.
At the center of it all, Kyrian's crimson dome remained stable, solid, and unmoving.
The last crash marked the end of the tower. The remaining walls gave way. The ceiling vanished. Leaving only the open sky, dust, and debris.
Kyrian took a deep breath. The condensed blood that formed the dome pulsed softly before retracting, returning into Kyrian's body like water flowing back into a lake.
Shen Yu exhaled, blinking with relief as he felt the solid ground under his feet again.
"We managed to get out," he said, observing the rubble around them.
But there was almost nothing to see besides the dust. The cloud was so dense it looked like a wall before his eyes.
For Shen Yu, there were no shapes, no shadows, and he could not see anything even a hand's length ahead.
